"All the music on this disc shares a common tone and key" states
                    James Cook in his booklet notes on the first CD of this set,
                    subtitled Exequy which means 'funeral song'. Anyone 
			  expecting - or hoping for - organ symphonies in the tradition
                    of Widor will find a collection less of spectacular concert
                    music, more a meditative English Church sound which more
                    often than not reminds me of the improvisatory meanderings
                    of organists up and down the UK, as they wait for the priest
                    to finish preparing for service.
                
 
                
                
                
                
                
                
                The recordings are more chapel than church in acoustic, the
                    modern Girton College organ sounding drier and smaller in
                    scale, although it does have a gorgeous colour and range.
                    The booklet notes give a potted history of each, though there
                    are unfortunately no photos.
                
                 
                
                    Sinfonia Lacrimosa is a 'meditation on the theme of sorrow', 
			  with only the third movement providing some contrapuntal relief 
			  from the reflective nature of the other three. This is not to say 
			  that all of the music is entirely quiet - there are some meaty moments in the first movement where the theme is given
                    full weight from pedals et al. I don't have a problem
                    with straightforward, practical writing for any instrument.
                    Cook obviously knows his way around the organ, and can conjure
                    an attractive and varied palette. The content of the music
                    is also very much a question of taste. 
                
                 
                
                I can imagine this set filling the gap in a collection for
                    which an atmosphere of safely conventional and contemplative
                    organ music will be a valuable addition. I am reluctant to
                    tar these pieces with the brush of dustily dreary quasi-religious
                    performance practice, since the sound-semantics of the English
                    organ are so bound up with church and convention that it
                    is virtually impossible to avoid such associations. I do
                    however find it hard to square the circle of Cook's grand
                    titles and the music itself. Sinfonia Lacrimosa is
                    indeed largely slow, but I don't find it particularly doleful. Exequy as
                    another example purports to have a "melody of a sadly 
			  yearning nature" which I don't 'get' - it seems quite light and cheerful
                    to me. Sinfonietta is another promising title, but
                    the thematic ingredients don't really have enough character 
			  to carry a 20 minute piece - certainly as Cook admits that "the 
			  musical structure is so fragmented that it resembles a mosaic" - which
                    to me, alas, translates as a rather messy 'cut and paste' job.
                    There are certainly some painfully banal modulations, over
                    which I can imagine Arthur Wills my old harmony teacher casting
                    baleful censure. Of the three pieces on this first disc,
                    this is I'm afraid the most turgid and overblown. Not even
                    the 'Harry Potter' style waltz which pops up now and again
                    failed to lift my sagging enthusiasm.
                
                 
                
                Moving on to disc two, the Symphonia Melodia starts
                    promisingly, with a striking major-minor dissonances deriving
                    from a two note motif. This moment of inspiration is over
                    in about thirty seconds however, and we're back to the aimless
                    wandering in mf land. There are some Jehan Alainesque
                    features in this first movement which I quite like, but its
                    nearly 19 minute span could have been more effectively stated
                    in 5. The second Adagietto again has an interesting 
			  opening, but the each time the development diffuses this 
			  introduction. I think this is part of the problem I have with this 
			  music - it all too often offers one thing, and
                    then carries on with something just different enough to make
                    the brain cells wonder what on earth is going on, but just
                    not interested enough to stay awake for the whole piece.
                    Cook goes into reasonable analytical detail in his notes
                    and has a good selling patter, but for me there is just too
                    much compositional stereotype to take me beyond the written
                    hype. The huge 25 minute Adagio final movement of
                    the Symphonia Melodia is portrayed as something you really want
                    to hear, up to and including the "huge ark (sic.) of sound", 
			  but the content is too diatonic, and not rescued by the occasional 
			  shift à la Frank Martin or the occasional blue or 'wrong' note.
                
                 
                
                Mention should be made of Plerophoria, which is the
                    final movement of a set of twelve vocal pieces called Dipsalma,
                    using texts by Puritan authors John Trapp and Thomas Doolittle.
                    Lucy Jack's contralto solo is clear and fine, if with the
                    occasional slight 'under the note' moment. Cook's 
			  accompaniment is restrained and sensitive, but it is noticeable 
			  (to me at least) that the dour nature of the text suits his 
			  musical language down to the ground - it certainly invites no elaboration
                    or word-painting. Cook's setting is therefore quite 
			  appropriate.
                 
                
                James Cook is obviously an intelligent composer, but looking
                    at the sheer volume of his production in the last few years
                    one could be forgiven for having the suspicion that, having
                    found a market, he's 'churnin' 'em out'. I dislike being
                    critical of honest toil, but have to say that I find these
                    discs rather hard work at best, and ultimately unmemorable.
                    I'm sure there are many who will disagree, and it would appear
                    that Cook's commercial undertaking - he is named as the producer
                    of this issue - has its own following and rewards.
                
                 
                
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